Wait, wouldn't all the chlorine sanitizer in the water make it a horrible place to sleep?

The amount of handwaving they do to make the glasses thing not sound retarded is downright awe inspiring.

If it makes him happy. But he was hardly unhealthy before.

I dunno what I expected.

Ash been in the bush for a bit too long... does anyone else imagine sort of a "you call that a knife" scenario if someone were to try and mug him at poképoint?

Imagining an annoyed fan opening all her HP pdfs and searching for every 90s term. "Dammit, how do I search for 'ugg' without getting results for 'muggle'?"

Gotta wonder how messed up the other magical academies are that Hogwarts is considered the best of the best.
"My cousin died in an honor duel in Beauxbatons. He spilled a teacher's drink and refused to apologize. Always was a contrary little cuss."
"That's tough. I know what you're going through. My little brother disappeared in the Durmstrang basements. We dunno if he's still alive - apparently you're declared a school resource if you don't go home at the end of the school year."

I don't even have this and I've already forgotten to set the date.

Never understood how that was supposed to work. Seems like it takes barely a moment to poke holes in it. Brain damage changes personality. Sometimes pretty drastically. So, what, is the brain a kind of Jesus antenna and a good enough whack scrambles your reception?

WELL IN THAT CASE WHY WOULD WE BOTHER ASKING AT A- ...oh

Catwalk clothes isn't meant to be worn, though. It's more of a combination proof of concept and art piece. It's meant for designers and fashion people. Nobody is trying to sell that to regular dudes. Chill.
Also: chainmail pads and hardened leather pieces? I mean, I'd feel stupid if I never used them for their intended purpose. And if I did that, I would die. Ergo: wearing witcher gear would kill me.

As I recall, that goat was even more awesome, in that it had one teat for beer, one for mead, one for wine, and I forget what was in the last. They also had a hog called Særimner, which they would cut cunks out of and roast whenever they felt like it, and it would instantly regrow.

You're supposed to fall asleep with something up inside you like that? Is that something women can actually do? I imagine it'd be a little... distracting. I mean, I can barely fall asleep if the neighbors are having an argument.

Yer' right. That's none of your damn business.

God sakes, Americans, just pick a third-party candidate. I gather there are around five people on the ballot. This is what third party candidates are FOR.

Urbexers are awesome.

"Other people are sadder than you, so you don't get to be sad." It's so weird that we think this concept is logical. Imagine if we applied it to anything else; "yeah, I mean, you're happy, but you're not nearly as happy as someone who just won the lottery, so tone it down a little wouldya?"

So where do the drunks piss at 3am? I thought the whole point of public stalls was to make sure they didn't piss on the street corners.

Because the dudes with a gut all advertise lumberjack shirts and blue jeans.

Stupid shit, mainly. I haven't got skills for progressing humanity in any significant way, but I see plenty of fun things I don't do because I might die. So: stupid shit.

The quintessential Australian animal.